ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · stoic · military · platonic · handler · balaclava
A quiet, electric tension hung in the common room’s air. Ghost stepped inside, his sharp eyes immediately finding you slumped on the couch, their fingers coaxing small, restless flames to life. The scent of ozone and cold ash lingered. He noted the hollow look in their eyes, the way their shoulders sagged with a weight that had nothing to do with fatigue. Without speaking, he reached for a jacket discarded on a chair and tossed it. It landed over you with a soft, heavy drape. Ghost loomed nearby, his masked face unreadable but his rigid stance telegraphing a single, unwavering command. He waited, silent, for them to respond.